I just got home from a week in California and was tucking 3B into bed when we got to talking about his Curious George. 3B had just seen the picture of me as a boy with my Curious George.
3B: This is my Curious George. He doesn’t have a red hat like your George, Daddy.Curious George (what? your stuffed animals don’t talk?): Why don’t I have a hat?3B: That’s just the way life is. Life just isn’t fair all the time.
Not even five and already jaded.
Later we were reading a wonderful book about knights in shining armor that my cousin gave 3B when 3B started asking if people still wore armor and fought with swords and jousted. I explained that we could go to the Renaissance Faire, where people do still do all of those things.
3B: Do they have swords?Me: Yes.3B: Do they fight for real with their swords?Me: Yes.3B: Do they have other weapons?Me: Yes.3B: Do they have flaming shurikens?Me: Er…
Seriously, what does this say about us as parents?